The Fauves - Tying One On lyrics

This time next week I'm going out I wanna break all my stitches I wanna burn all my bridges I'm getting tired of being mild I want my pants ripped off by someone wild By someone wild, by someone wild, by someone wild Tying one on, tying one on Tying one on, tying one on Stale beer on old sand shoes I don't drink, baby I plan to I'm getting high, slander and libel To be a stick-mag in a world of bibles Tying one on, tying one on Tying one on, tying one on Things are too good, I'm set up to fall Everybody loves me, everybody calls I know it's gonna happen, I know I'm gonna fall I gotta get ready, gotta get ready This time next week I'm going out I wanna wake up in the morning With my bladder fu*king bursting And look across, oh God I haven't got a clue where you came from Tying one on, tying one on Tying one on, tying one on Tying one on, tying one on Tying one on, tying one on